The Golden Farce
"Did you see the seal?" Mara asked. Her voice was thin, stripped of any tremor. She stood before the glass case in the sub-basement of the National Archive for Anomalous Records. The room was cold. The air tasted of dust and old paper. A single fluorescent tube buzzed above them, flickering in a rhythm that matched her own pulse. Elias did not look at the case. He looked at his hands. They were...
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